My name is Hayley and I'm 5'3" ball of energy and song. I am what some would refer to as "hyperactive" though that sounds far too clinical. Basically, I'm your typical teenage girl with a twist. I'm still growing and learning, and I won't pretend to be anyone besides myself. When you can't find me at home on tumblr, at school in an AP or Honors class, or at my church, 99% of the time you can find me on stage. The stage is my home and my heart, and I intend to spend the the rest of my life there. If we haven't spoken before, that's stupid and we should. In the meantime, shoot me an ask or reblog something, and I guarantee I will like you. Love & Musicals, Hayleycakes <3

"Be curious, not judgmental." -Walt Whitman

so tempted to just delete my blog and make a klainer one LOL FANDOM HAIR DON’T CARE.



I’m so good at faking confidence but I actually kind of hate myself lolololol 



That moment you realize you’re really, truly over someone and have no intention of going back is one of the most relieving yet saddening things. 



What I meant by “who’s going to be on Broadway one day” in my earlier post is actually work my fucking ass of for as long as it takes to try and find some way to break into this impossible industry, and look into other options like teaching and casting along the way. Cause who fucking knows when it comes to making it on Broadway.



I am a 5’3” half-Mexican but pale as fuck tumblr nerd who likes to watch BBC and football and write poetry and read fanfic and listen to the rain with the voice of a fierce gospel singer who is going to be on Broadway one day. Hayley Mason in one sentence.



Rachel Berry is literally my spirit animal. You don’t understand.



Dear the future one,

     I’ll love you. I can’t say that I’ll be the prettiest girl ever, or that I’ll never get angry, or that I won’t shut down sometimes, or that I won’t push you away when I get stressed out, or that I’ll change for you. Empty promises are made my people who don’t know who they are. But if there’s one things that I know in my heart and soul that I can do, it’s love people. And I will love you more fiercely and deeply than anyone ever has. 

Me.




I love pillow talk. Like, not even necessarily the romantic kind. I just love the feeling of laying next to someone, feeling their presence, and feeling safe. The conversations at 3:00 in the morning in pitch black always end up being the deepest, the ones that really solidify relationships. I just love being in such a comfortable, warm environment with a person I trust enough to let them see me at my most vulnerable, and seeing where the conversation takes us.



littlebirdfan:

smalltownshenanigans:

littlebirdfan:

smalltownshenanigans:

deodrant:

do you ever make like this really dumb face at your friend across the room and then turn ur head and see someone staring right at u

omfg now imagine if chris had looked over while he was singing it takes two while we were making all of these faces. he would have never been friends with us! 

Last one, I promise.

OH MY FUCKING GOD I LOVE YOU. and the fact that the faces kinda match up makes me DIE

WHAT WHAT IS THIS OMFG I HATE YOU ALL SO MUCH